AMAZON PREMIUM: Diary of a Delivery Driver (part 3)

Hugo Heredia,

Weekly rest day

August 10-11, 2018

I didn't set an alarm clock. It was Friday, and I didn't have to work, so when my eyes opened and I saw that the clock read 2:32 PM, I didn't worry. I just had to eat, and in the afternoon, I would go buy a new cell phone with the money I took from the wallet of the cop I fucked and tied up in the warehouse, and who still got me hard.

Wait, if I haven't told you what happened after I left the warehouse, leaving the security guard and the young kid with the cock ring, let me summarize it for you, because there's nothing relevant that might interest you. I gave the dark-haired girl who attended me at the department store a puppy-dog look after she got a bit testy with me for arriving late. But few people can resist my green eyes staring at them, and my bad-boy attitude.

By the time she realized it, she was flirting with me and almost apologizing for yelling at me when I arrived. You know, a little eye contact, fixing my hair, and showing off some muscles by making my shirt ride up accidentally made her go tame in less than 12 minutes. I gave her my phone number, changing the last digit, of course. Chicks stopped interesting me when I turned 12, and before that, I had only seen one to mess with Claudia, a goody-goody from elementary school.

So, I convinced her not to tell my bosses and not to get me in trouble, and in return, I'd take her out to dinner somewhere nice. Call me, call me... haha.

The rest of the afternoon was more packages, more annoying people who can't wait five minutes, more sixth-floor walk-ups without elevators.

So, as soon as I could get home, I got comfy, put on a white hotel shirt I use as pajamas and some new briefs that weren't sweaty, but before throwing the old ones in the washing machine, I had a ritual: I took them off and stood in front of the mirror, brought the briefs to my face, and took a deep breath until I almost lost my vision. One of my hidden fetishes.

My cock got hard instantly when I smelled the sweaty briefs, the kind that you've sweated in all day and turn a bit yellow from the heat. The kind that gets pre-cum almost constantly because you're always getting turned on. The kind where when you go to pee, the last drops always fall inside. Those were my favorites. One time, I fell asleep with a pair on my face, a pair I stole from the gym locker room.

So, I took a few deep breaths, licked the inside of the briefs, looked at my reflection in the mirror, and couldn't hold my gaze for more than three seconds. The guy staring back at me wasn't the one people knew. He was a hot, cocky, and arrogant guy, on his knees waiting for a single order to cum.

I shook my head and stood up, threw the briefs in the washing machine, did some push-ups and sit-ups, took a shower, had a little dinner, and went to bed.

So, as I was saying, I woke up at 2:32 PM. I picked up my ph...